Page 119 of Soulmateless
When I take another step, he doesn't move. I walk past the flowers, forcing them aside. The flowers start to shrivel and wilt on their own, making it easier to reach Amias.
I reach for his hand, and this time he doesn't move. I squeeze it, wincing from the light burn his hand is giving me, like when he had knocked me down before. It's not as painful now.
“Clara?” Amias murmurs, pulling from my hand again.
I grab his hand once more, this time a tingling surge coming up my own. I gasp at the sensation, instantly turning my palm back to me.
“Clara!” he shrieks.
The healthy skin on my hand seems to chase away the redness, closing in on the blister. Within seconds the blister heals as if I had never been burned.
I whisper, “You can heal too?”
“Heal?”
I show him my palm. He squints at my hand as if it were a foreign object. “H-how?”
I shrug. “I have no clue…” Then I grasp his hand again. “But I was right not to be afraid.”
He blushes again, blinking with wide eyes. “Clara…”
I grab his other hand, and hold them out between us. “You're no monster. Amara is just a fool.”
From the light on the garden path, I catch a glimpse of Amias' pure blue eyes. Those rings are like precious blue jewels. “And neither are you, my flame.”
Almost too quick to comprehend, Amias leans towards me, giving me a peck on the lips. Though quick, it's so soft and sweet. My heart skips.
Wait… I just got kissed by Amara's grandson?
“Amias…” I whisper, my eyes widening as he does too.
Amias gasps before looking away, tapping a foot. “I'm so sorry. It just felt right at that moment.” He slaps his hand on his forehead. “I'm such an idiot. I know I'm already-”
My cheeks warm as he rambles. I know the last thing I should do is kiss Amias back. He's the prince of a kingdom that wouldn't hesitate to kill me. Even thoughhe'schanged, if anyone finds out, this love could be the end for me.
No matter how loving they are, never, and I mean never, trust an Amarian…
Father's words echo in my head. He would tell me not to kiss him. He might be looking down at me with disappointment. Rayden died because of kissing an Amarian. Father died because he loved someone that could and did kill him.
Amias continues, “And oh! What if you have a soulmate? Oh fuck! This was so stupid of-”
I scrunch my nose before grabbing him by the chin, pulling him for another kiss. This time, it's much more than a peck, with burning passion in my lips and tongue.
I know this is wrong. I shouldn't be kissing Amias.
Am I smart enough to stop kissing him? No.
I pull away before inhaling sharply, my heart thudding like it burst out to him. “I’m a dreamscreecher. I don't have a soulmate. If I had a soulmate, we'd tell him to fuck off. I don't need Amara's arrangements for shit!”
His lips stay parted, his cheeks flooding with color. He doesn't say a word, seemingly too shocked to respond.
I chuckle. His flustered reactions will forever amuse me. “You're everything I want, Captain Prettyface. I love you, more than I will ever love anyone else.”
He slowly nods, still silent. His eyes say everything for him tho, his dilated pupils staring back with complete love and adoration.
He finally utters out, “I love you too.”
My smirk aches my cheeks as I bring his soft lips on mine. I start off with slow soft kisses. It takes a moment for Amias to actually kiss back and to be in rhythm with me, but eventually, we're coordinated. Each kiss is beautifully gentle and sweet.
